Devil In Disguise

Words by Sienna Sulicich

Like an angel with sugarcoated wings, you had me intoxicated on rosewater from shiny trays the Devil brings.

An infinite second shared; Just one, for so long. Holding on, Feverish for more of your Lifeless Liquor.

An endless symphony Orchestrated on a lie, moaned elegantly, the pitch: a perfectly audible cry.

Intertwined, Hypnotised, Hanging on for the sweet stench of my breath. Roses.

A patient minute Held between your Fingertips I am all in your hands.

Fingers scaling down my back, Sickly tongue curled in the shell of my ear with a confidence I lack.

Rendered blind, your evil stings so red. Enveloped by burning touches, Scorned by the warmth Of unwanted osculations. My elbow, A shelter for sore sounds. Gentle caresses now forgotten Replaced by Trained pounds.

I dream of clouds, Of wet soil, Of endless days in which I am finite.

I dream of wildflowers. No pruned perfection to see, Untamed in their isolation, Watered by the will of the world.

I dream of the loneliness I once fought off With rampant punches.

A still silence collapses us. Mercy given in the form of your finishing Baptised by your sweat, Cursed by my own trust.